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Satish Verma, 23 september 2021
A Celestial Missive
One strange movement
stops. You won't conform
an angel's thought dream.
And I will not give in to an epithet
for paradigm shift.
Unblinkingly you stare through
me weighing my
dewy eyes. They had spilled the ink
of heart. Subatomically, a mass
becomes a howl of unheard scream.
I want you for all the
pores of my consciousness. On a
blank paper you will write a betrayal
of cuckoo. The small songbird
cries in joy.
An earthern lamp burns
tirelessly. I cover the flame with
my palm to give you a handprint
of my waist.
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Satish Verma, 22 september 2021
Euphoria
Moon, eye of
night, will watch
your mandarins.
Deep orange-red?
No.I would
prefer hard cider.
Daisy has a
flair to wink―
in bright sun.
A netter on
prowl, for wingless
butterflies.
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Satish Verma, 21 september 2021
Walking Without Shadows
I will talk of human
conflicts. No one was targeted.
Like you pick up a slug―
and make a thermonuclear device.
That green-tinted sand,
olivine. I will spread―
on your path, so that you
can breath easily.
This was a tranquil treatment―
before I become dazed in
polluted air of the earth and get
a thrombus. One man lives,
other man dies.
This dirty city was growing. I
will bear the blame. I
have not stopped writing
poems daily.
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Satish Verma, 20 september 2021
Remembering An Unknown
The moon at the window
tonight, was like a dreamcatcher.
I am going to sleep in your charm.
Image builders were
becoming scarce. In your tempest
I will find my dustbath.
Amidst the sailing
swans, becoming a semi-recluse,
you wanted to write poetry.
Why don't you go back
to your home, O fairy?
Did I clip your wings?
Not for sale.How
far it was? My liberation
from the shadow of the lips?
Ashened, a fakir wanted
to give away his precious jewel
to an unknown star.
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RENATA, 19 september 2021
uzależnienie
poszłabym za Tobą i szłam szłam obok
aż zniknąłeś rozmyłeś się wypiłeś mnie
i odszedłeś zostało puste miejsce
obok Ciebie i Twojej dłoni świat ma kolory
niezapomniane a ja śpiewam i śpiewam
nadzwyczajnie głośno i głęboko
świat traci smak kolory i treść
nie chcę jeść chcę spać
gdzieś w zgniłych liściach
bo jestem dla Ciebie
bo nie ma mnie
gdy nie chcesz
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RENATA, 19 september 2021
Zamordowana królowa
ona tak kiedyś silna piękna gibka
rozwijająca talent wędkarski
wśród sępów hien i wilków zostaje
zdemaskowana niemal zjedzona
przez rekiny i piranie choć nieustannie
nadzieję ma
ona prawie postradała rozum i urodę
spadając z tronu wyimaginowanego
roztrzaskała się o rogi małżonka
łamiąc kark wszak król życzył sobie
poślubić Konstancję
Ona niekoronowana choć pierwsza
żona zostawiła potomnym bękarta
sprawiedliwość jest w ręce króla
krzyknął Ludwik wśród nienawiści
zgiń i zniknij
ona już takie przeznaczenie miała
dla kilku chwil zapomnienia i sztuk
uwodzenia męki pańskie w lochu więziennym
a tak rozpaczliwie chce żyć
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Satish Verma, 19 september 2021
Not My Angst
Tribal instinct spares none.
You change the script,
and come out to see the murmuration
of a flock of starlings.
The precision, the blend
make you wonder about the harmony
of small birds in unison,
an army moves as one body.
O man, your mathematics
has gone absurd. The sects and
cults. The zealot, the devout.
Brother, I will say unleafing must start.
More poems?
That does not work.
All the daffodils go blind.
Thousands of years go―
in making a vision.
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Satish Verma, 18 september 2021
The Eagle Swoops
Why ending your life,
on death bar,
close to terror―
of life? This is how
your dreams come true―
to play with inevitable ?
You had nothing to bleed.
One million times you
kiss on the lips of wounds.
We're all insane, chasing
the muse in dark. Earth
weeps in turn.
The walls are coming
up. What does the time tell
about the age of many tombs?
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Satish Verma, 16 september 2021
Entering Sanctum Sanctorum
A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest
on trembling waves. I am shedding
my leaves.
The knotty hole. Center
of the earth. A shell
breaks inaudibly in the churning pot.
The pledged promise was
deep. Pole's red aurorae stream
in new birth.
Was it necessary to take
an oath under the bo tree―
to become a sacred Buddha?
It sucks. Fake or genuine?
I am searching the faces of whites,
browns and blacks. Who
wants to be buried in a nameless
grave of a soldier?
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Satish Verma, 14 september 2021
In Upheaval...
This was the rise of animal
after dividing
the pain of man.
The shared past―
would guide the misreading,
calling bloodbath a mistake.
Balancing the pole, walking
on long rope, in sheer
darkness of moonless night.
The words fall on your
feet, begging the exoneration
from name-calling.
Square meals and two lipped
lavenders, will bring the aroma
to wipe out nonexistence.
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Latest comments:
23 september 2021
Faber
Przemówił, tylko teraz weź to a przy okazji
23 september 2021
jeśli tylko
jak awers i rewers..
23 september 2021
Grain
na odwrót albo tak samo
23 september 2021
etykiet teraz nawet więcej niż etykietek..
23 september 2021
długo bałam się posadzić róże, że nie
23 september 2021
L. Aragon - a róże wzdłuż całego szlaku
23 september 2021
not quite really..
23 september 2021
Weronika
Abstract portrait.
22 september 2021
ścięłąbym trochę dołu..
22 september 2021
:)
22 september 2021
Etykietki nie takie ważne ; ).
22 september 2021
nigdy nie wielbiłam przerzutni, choć czasem
23 september 2021
Satish Verma
22 september 2021
wiesiek
22 september 2021
Satish Verma
21 september 2021
wiesiek
21 september 2021
Satish Verma
20 september 2021
wiesiek
20 september 2021
Satish Verma
19 september 2021
kalik
19 september 2021
RENATA
19 september 2021
RENATA